Hi there, welcome! 
Just a quick note; this RPG is set in present-time, so you may want to fix your character's birthdate 
Also sorry for the little wait, there's a 7 hour time difference between the Americas and Norway, where I am
Russet ears poked upwards as the howl reached them, and one of them quickly dropped for a moment as Dawali considered the sound of it. It was quite... sad. Should the medic in him worry? He loved his profession, loved being able to help others, but the ideal world had no need for his services. Considering the matter, he decided that there was no need to worry, probably, yet he was not able to completely convince himself. In his lifetime, he'd seen so many strange things. He put his weaving work down and got up, seeing no point in waiting, and strode out of his hut immediately. It was not too far, as he had chosen this place for his den with that very function in mind; it was almost dead center in their claimed land, and equally close to the border on either side. He walked for some time, and though it didn't feel like long to him, he had the benefit of knowing his route, of familiarity, and he did not think that anywhere in his tribe's lands was far away, so used to walking its paths. He spotted her quickly as the tree-line broke and open sky let light down onto the field, and she stood unprotected. Walking up to her with one arm raised in greeting, his two long legs covered ground easily. She looked weary, and he thought he knew what she sought. "Greetings. I'm Dawali Amara, the Chief around these parts. You called for me?"